CHAPTER VIII.

_Timothy Webster in Washington.--The Return to Philadelphia.--I go to

the Capital.--An Important Letter._

After leaving the White House, Timothy Webster went immediately in quest

of a conveyance that would enable him to reach Baltimore without

unnecessary delay. He expected to encounter greater difficulties in

obtaining what he desired here in Washington than he had met with in

Baltimore, for the reason that in the capital he was a comparative

stranger, while in the latter city he had numerous friends, who believed

him to be in sympathy with the Confederacy, and whose assistance he

could rely upon on that account. His only hope, therefore, lay in his

being able to find some friendly Baltimorean, upon whose influence he

could depend to procure him a mode of conveyance for his return. Having

arrived late on the preceding evening and being terribly fatigued by the

journey he had made, Webster had retired almost immediately after he

reached his hotel, and consequently he was surprised at the busy scenes

which greeted him now. The capital was swarming with soldiers and

civilians. Regiments continually arriving and were being assigned to

quarters and positions around the city, and the streets were filled with

eager and excited multitudes. The position which Maryland had assumed

was vehemently discussed everywhere, and the riotous conduct of the

Baltimoreans was loudly denounced by Northern men, and secretly

applauded by those whose sympathies were with the cause of the South.

The prompt action of General Butler, with his regiment of Massachusetts

soldiers, who followed quickly after the sixth, in going by boat

directly to Annapolis, in order to reach Washington without hindrance or

delay, and his patriotic and determined response to those in authority,

who sought to induce him to change his plans for reaching the capital,

were everywhere warmly commended. There could be no doubt that the North

was thoroughly aroused, and were dreadfully in earnest in their

determination to suppress a rebellion which they believed to be

causeless, unlawful and threatening the future of a great country.

As Webster walked along Pennsylvania Avenue, carefully scanning the

faces of every one he met in the hope of discovering some one whom he

knew and who might be of service to him, he recognized the driver who

had brought him from Baltimore on the day before, and who started in

astonishment at finding the man whom he had last seen a prisoner in the

hands of United States troops now walking the streets free and

unattended. This man was accompanied by three others, with two of whom

Webster was slightly acquainted, and he at once advanced toward them and

greeted them cordially.

"Why, Webster, is that you?" inquired the foremost of the party, a

well-known "sympathizer" of the name of John Maull. "We heard you had

been taken prisoner--how did you get out so soon?"

"That is easily accounted for," said Webster, with a laugh; "I was

simply arrested on suspicion, and when they could find nothing about me

that was at all suspicious, they were compelled to let me go."

"This country is coming upon strange times," remarked a sallow-faced

Baltimorean who boasted of having been one of the most prominent of the

rioters a few days before, "when a man can be arrested in this way and

have no means of redress."

"That is very true," replied Webster, "but we will have a decided change

before long, or I am very much mistaken. 'Uncle Jeff' means business,

and there will be long faces in Washington before many days."

"Give me your hand, old boy," exclaimed Maull heartily, "you are of the

right stripe; but don't talk so loud; let us go around the corner to a

quiet little place where we can talk without danger."

The party repaired to a drinking saloon, in a retired neighborhood, and

on entering it they were greeted warmly by several parties who were

standing before the bar. Webster was immediately introduced to these

gentlemen, and it was not long before he had firmly established himself

in their good opinions as a devoted friend of the South.

The conversation soon became general, and the most extravagant ideas

were expressed with regard to the wonderful achievements that were

expected of the Southern soldiers, and no doubt was entertained that the

Yankees, as they called the Northern men, would be quickly vanquished by

the chivalrous armies of the "Sunny South."

To all of these suggestions Webster yielded a ready assent, and not one

among the number was more pronounced in his belief in the needs of the

Southern cause than was my trusty operative, who, in the cane he

flourished so conspicuously, carried important dispatches from the

President of the United States to a General in command of Northern

soldiers.

All the time, however, he was growing very restive under the enforced

delay in his journey, and seeking a favorable opportunity during a lull

in the conversation, he turned to the driver of the wagon and inquired

of him when he was going to return to Baltimore.

"Not for a day or two, at least," replied the man.

"That is very bad," said Webster. "I must get there this evening; it is

of the utmost importance that I should do so."

At this one of the party approached Webster and informed him that he

was going back that day and had engaged a conveyance for that purpose,

and as there was room enough for two, he would be most happy to have his

company. Webster at once accepted the invitation, and having thus

relieved his anxiety upon the point of reaching Baltimore, he joined

heartily in the conversation that was going on around him. No one, to

have heard him, would doubt for a moment his loyalty to the South, or

his firm belief in the eventual triumph of her armies.

After remaining in the saloon for some time, Webster noticed that the

men were becoming intoxicated, and fearing that they would become noisy

and probably get into trouble, he suggested to the gentleman with whom

he was to drive to Baltimore the propriety of leaving the rest to their

enjoyment while they arranged matters for their departure. His advice

was at once accepted, and the two men bade their associates farewell and

repaired to the hotel, where they had their dinner, and about two

o'clock they were upon their journey. Webster's fears were proven to be

well-founded, for as they were passing the locality where they had spent

the morning, they saw their former companions between a file of

soldiers, and there was little doubt that they had allowed their

libations to overcome their judgments, and that they would be allowed to

recover their reason in a guard-house.

The journey was made without event, the carriage and driver being

apparently very well known along the route, and Webster arrived in

Baltimore late that evening. He was desirous of pushing on without

delay, as it was important that the dispatches which he carried should

be forwarded at once, and he therefore went immediately to the hotel he

had occupied when he first arrived in the city. Requesting the landlord

to use his best efforts to procure him a conveyance to Havre de Grace,

he sat down to his supper, and did ample justice to a plenteous repast.

When he had finished the landlord entered the room and informed him that

he had succeeded in providing a team for his service, but that grave

doubts were entertained whether he would succeed in reaching his

destination. Expressing his willingness to assume any responsibility of

that kind, Webster bade his entertainer good-bye, and entering the

wagon, he started upon his midnight journey to Havre de Grace.

Again fortune favored him, and although repeatedly halted, he was able

to give such a straightforward account of himself that they were allowed

to proceed, and he arrived in Havre de Grace in time for breakfast.

Crossing the river, he went directly to the headquarters of Colonel

Dare, who was in charge of the Union troops at Perrysville, and

requested that officer to forward the telegram to General McClellan at

once. This the Colonel promised to do, and in a few minutes the

important message was flying over the wires to its destination at

Columbus, Ohio, and the President's request for my appearance at

Washington followed soon after, and was received by me in due time.

Recognizing the importance of the call, I lost no time in answering the

dispatch of Mr. Lincoln, and started at once on my journey to

Washington, accompanied only by a trusty member of my force. Before

leaving I left orders that should I fail to meet with Webster upon the

way he should be directed to await my return in the city of Pittsburg.

On my arrival at Perrysville I found that a mode of communication had

been hurriedly established with Washington, by means of a boat which

sailed down the Chesapeake Bay and landed their passengers at Annapolis,

from which point the railroad travel to Washington was uninterrupted.

Arriving at the capital I found a condition of affairs at once peculiar

and embarrassing, and the city contained a strange admixture of

humanity, both patriotic and dangerous. Here were gathered the rulers of

the nation and those who were seeking its destruction. The streets were

filled with soldiers, armed and eager for the fray; officers and

orderlies were seen galloping from place to place; the tramp of armed

men was heard on every side, and strains of martial music filled the

air. Here, too, lurked the secret enemy, who was conveying beyond the

lines the coveted information of every movement made or contemplated.

Men who formerly occupied places of dignity, power and trust were now

regarded as objects of suspicion, whose loyalty was impeached and whose

actions it was necessary to watch. Aristocratic ladies, who had

previously opened the doors of their luxurious residences to those high

in office and who had hospitably entertained the dignitaries of the

land, were now believed to be in sympathy with the attempt to overthrow

the country, and engaged in clandestine correspondence with Southern

leaders. The criminal classes poured in from all quarters, and almost

every avenue of society was penetrated by these lawless and unscrupulous

hordes. An adequate idea can be formed of the transformation which had

been effected within a few short weeks in this city of national

government.

On the day following my arrival I wended my way to the White House and

sought an interview with the President. Around the executive mansion

everything was in a state of activity and bustle. Messengers were

running frantically hither and thither; officers in uniform were

gathered in clusters, engaged in animated discussions of contemplated

military operations; department clerks were bustling about, and added to

these was a crowd of visitors, all anxious, like myself, to obtain an

interview with the Chief Executive.

I was not required to wait an unusual length of time, and I was soon

ushered into the presence of Mr. Lincoln, who greeted me cordially and

introduced me to the several members of the Cabinet who were engaged

with him. I was at once informed that the object in sending for me was

that the authorities had for some time entertained the idea of

organizing a secret-service department of the government, with the view

of ascertaining the social, political and patriotic status of the

numerous suspected persons in and around the city. As yet, no definite

plans had been adopted, and I was requested to detail my views upon the

subject, in order that the matter might be intelligently considered, and

such action taken as would lead to definite and satisfactory results. I

accordingly stated to them the ideas which I entertained upon the

subject, as fully and concisely as I was able to do at the time, and,

after I had concluded, I took my departure, with the understanding that

I would receive further communications from them in a few days.

It was very evident to me, however, that in the confusion and excitement

which were necessarily incident to the novel and perplexing condition of

affairs then existing, that anything approaching to a systematized

organization or operation would be for a time impossible. The necessity

for war had come so suddenly upon a peaceful community that there had

been as yet but little time for thorough preparation or system. The

raising of a large army, with all the various contingencies of

uniforming, arming and drilling; the furnishing of supplies, and the

assigning of quarters, were occupying the attention of the rulers of the

government, and I felt confident that I would be required to wait a

longer time than I could then conveniently spare from my business, ere I

would be favored with any definite instructions from those in authority.

This opinion was fully confirmed, after several unsuccessful attempts to

obtain satisfying particulars from the heads of several of the

departments, and leaving my address with the secretary of the President,

I returned to Philadelphia.

I had directed, prior to leaving Chicago, that all important

communications addressed to me should be forwarded to that city, and on

my arrival there I found a number of letters which required immediate

attention.

Among the number was the following, which had been somewhat delayed in

its transmission.

"COLUMBUS, OHIO,

April 24, 1861.

"ALLAN PINKERTON, Esq.,

"Dear Sir:--

"I wish to see you with the least possible delay, to make

arrangements with you of an important nature. I will be

either here or in Cincinnati for the next few days--here

to-morrow--Cincinnati next day. In this city you will find

me at the Capitol, at Cincinnati at my residence.

"If you telegraph me, better use your first name alone. Let

no one know that you come to see me, and keep as quiet as

possible.

"Very truly yours,

"GEO. B. MCCLELLAN,

"Maj. Gen'l Comd'g Ohio Vols.

This letter at once decided me. Anxious as I was to serve the country in

this, the hour of her need, I sought the first opportunity for active

duty that presented itself, and I left Philadelphia at once, in order to

comply with the instructions contained in this message of Gen.

McClellan.

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